Here’s a photo of M and I taken at Matt and Julie’s wedding at the end of September. It’s definitely a keeper. I need to see if I can get a hi-res version for us to frame.
There’s no other way to put it: I don’t want to be here anymore. I’ve held on to the notion that at some point, I’ll eventually have a life here in the Cities. Instead, over the last six and a half years, I’ve merely existed. Sure, I’ve had a relationship and formed a few friendships during that time, even gone overseas multiple times, but things definitely haven’t panned out like
M came to visit last weekend/early week for the holiday. It was an amazing few days. She is amazing. We talked about things I never thought we would talk about. We did things I’ve wanted to do for years (mind out of the gutter, please). We made plans for the near future and set things on the right path for the distant future. With no disrespect for my past, I’m
Tomorrow I’m getting on a flight to St. Louis in order to pay my respects to one of the best people I’ve ever known, as well as support one of my best friends in his time of need. It’s something he would never ask me for, but then again, he wouldn’t have to. There’s no way I wouldn’t be there for he and his family in whatever capacity was needed.